It was the fifth day in a row he had seen the same car drive by on the road outside his house. That would not be a big deal if he lived in a city or even a medium sized town, but he was on the border of two counties. 898 more words

Elm Street; Main Street – and in between them, a patch of green lawn where no blade is taller than the next. There is a reflecting pool, at the end where the lawn abuts against Houston Street, and the fluorescence shines straight through to where the bottom is painted the color the sky should look like. 3,190 more words